Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Once upon a time ago the name of this blog was Living In The Surreal World. During that time I mainly commented on the mental disconnection of other people from reality in general. But not everyone got the in joke of the original title.

Once in a while a moron comes up with a dumb request of someone in a position of authority. In this case a user of the TUMBR system made the following demand of the administrators:

Would it be too much trouble for this blogger to simply explain why the alleged opponent is wrong?

In many cases it's because the opponent is in some way correct and the proponent of the position is in fact wrong. Or the proponent insists on holding a clearly false worldview and cannot withstand a rational examination and dismantling of it. Thus their constant demands for censorship.

Censorship is the negation of the human mind. As rational thought is necessary to living a human life the censor, and those who demand it, are Enemies of Mankind. In my view censors are vermin fit only for extermination.

It is better to kill one hundred innocents than to let one guilty person go.

-- Dolores Ibarruri ("La Pasionaria"), Spanish Communist

We
on the Right tolerate the long and drawn out appeals process for death
penalty cases, as frustrating as it is, because in we want to be certain
that we will not put an innocent person to death. The Left, when it is
in absolute power, simply doesn't care.

We on the Right believe
in justice. The Left on the other hand, doesn't care how high the pile
of human corpses is as long as they are firmly seated on top.

Sunday, December 28, 2014

As a pizza
delivery driver I've found that as a rule children, Blacks, and overt
Democrats (identified by the yard signs) don't tip. And some of them
will go out of their way to be nasty about it. The worst case was when a
black man wearing a MLK tee shirt had me wait outside during a pouring
thunderstorm as he counted out every last penny and not one cent more.

Newspeak has become the dominant dialect of the academic and media establishment.

In Newspeak those who uphold, defend and spread economic and political liberty are called Conservatives while those who seek to lock humanity down under their total control are called Progressives. In the political context the practical meanings of the political labels are reversed.

A function of language is to serve as the operating system of human thought. But the function of Newspeak is to prevent correct identification of the facts of reality. Thus blood soaked tyrants are called liberators and actual liberators are called oppressors. Since clarity of thought which is the correct identification of the facts of reality is necessary for humans to survive and prosper a language form that obscures facts and disconnects thought from reality has the effect of being toxic to human life. Each subsequent revision of Newspeak, with its increasing disconnection from reality, is increasingly toxic to human life. An ultimate version of Newspeak in which any thought is impossible would be completely lethal.

Thus if we are to survive and prosper as individuals and as a society we must remove the practitioners of Newspeak from the educational and media establishments and if necessary isolate them from society altogether.

Sunday, December 21, 2014

Evelyn Boatman had fully resumed his role as the Mission Commander at
the ground base and it was now time for breakfast. The young woman
acting as an assistant was reading the schedule for the day as he dug
into a sausage and cheese omelet with hash browns, coffee and toast.

“Sir, the first item for this morning is a visit by a junior member of the British House of Commons for the Conservative Party,”

“Who is it?” He asked.

“Francis Urquhart from Southampton , sir.”

Boatman was sipping coffee when he heard the name. He suddenly spit out the coffee.

The assistant was visibly shocked.

“Sir, is there a problem?” She said.

“No.” Boatman replied.

It’s only a visit by a man who could give Big Bubba some serious lessons on how to permanently dispose of walking problems. He thought.

“Not a problem at all.” He said.

I’m over two centuries old with serious political experience and I should be able to handle a young Francis Urquhart.

British agent John Cross watched from his position of concealment as Evelyn Boatman greeted Francis Urquhart at the front gate.

Who the Hell is that bugger and how did he get in? He thought.

Boatman spoke first.

“Mister Urquhart, it is good for you to visit us.”

Let’s just keep this short and pleasant.

“Thank you, Mister Boatman.”

Urquhart was given the grand tour of the surface facility but it was
very obvious to him that he was the actual center of everyone’s
attention on the dirtside base.

“I didn’t expect this level of attention during the visit.” He said.

“Francis,” Boatman replied, “your counterpart on the original timeline
was the longest serving Prime Minister of the United Kingdom before the
Final War and Planetary Unification.”

Urquhart was very shocked to hear this.

And there is the body count too, but we should not mention that.

“I wasn’t expecting to become the Prime Minister.” Said Urquhart.

Boatman replied.

“Unfortunately the immediate predecessor simply wasn’t up to the job and someone had to step in to clean up the mess.”

And over some cold dead bodies as well. He thought. And tossing poor Mattie Storin off the roof of the House of Commons was clearly an appalling move.

“Oh.” Urquhart replied.

“Francis,” said Boatman, “we’ve taken the liberty of putting together an
information package for the Conservative Party, it’s a basic history of
the original timeline plus some suggestions for things the party should
do and to avoid.”

I just posted this updated version of a previous thought on Instapundit:

I would not be surprised if this comment is deleted by the moderators

Were
it not for the adverse precedent of The Holocaust our nation and the
rest of Humanity would be well on the way to performing a final solution
to the problem of Islam.

The fact is that in the past the basic
response to a barbaric action by primitives against an advanced society
was to massacre them. There is no question that the most consistent
adherents of the doctrine of Islam would have to work their way up to
qualify as primitive with respect to us. Islam has rejected the basic
moral laws of even the most backward societies which is the prohibition
of theft and murder.

The most consistent adherents of Islam are
effectively indistinguishable from predatory animals. And the war of
Islam against Humanity will not end until we identify and deal with the
most consistent Muslims as such.

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Were if not for the adverse precedent of The Holocaust we would be well on the way to a final solution to the problem of Islam.

The fact is that in the past our basic response to barbaric actions by primitives against advanced societies like ours was to massacre them. And there is no question that the consistent adherents of Islam would have to work their way up to qualify as primitives with respect to us. The fact is Islam rejects the basic moral laws of even the most backward societies, the prohibition of theft and murder.

In practical effect the consistent adherents of Islam are practically indistinguishable from predatory animals. And the Islamic war against Humanity will not end until we identify and deal with Muslims as such.

Tuesday, December 09, 2014

My Conservative friend Mark Urbin linked to a post on Tumblr by a "proudblackconservative":

"Do hardline atheists start religious wars and kill people for believing differently? No."Let me tell you the story of soviet Russia…

Now it is correct to point out that Atheism alone is not inherently a virtue. To be a proper Atheist should be the result of practicing the virtue of rationality. But the Proud Black Conservative has apparently bought into the fraud that Communism is an inherently atheist doctrine.

From the absolute origin the doctrine of Communism was the result of the rejection of Reason. In fact the doctrine of Communism is essentially an excuse to behave as predatory animals. Thus all conceptions of a moral law, including virtually all laws based
on the doctrine of a religion*, must be rejected outright. As God is held to be the author of moral law in the Western Monotheist Tradition his existence must be denied by the practicing Communist. This leads to the posture of Communists of being Atheists.

The fact is power over productive people is fundamental goal of the practicing Communist and therefore they will use any excuse, or body of excuses such as Liberation Theology, to obtain it.

Saturday, December 06, 2014

A very rare Sunday meeting was being held at the KGB headquarters off of
Lubyanka Square. Colonel Andrei Taganov, who was not related to the
head of the Baikonur launch center, would speak to Chairman Yuri
Andropov about the information gained on the mission to the Eagle.

“Quite simply Comrade Chairman, we are fucked.” Said Taganov..

“Fucked?” Said Andropov. “What do you mean?”

Taganov replied.

“The Soviet State will ultimately fail–there is simply no alternative.”

It was at that point Andropov could only stare blankly into space.

What would he tell the Politburo? He thought. And how would they respond? And then what will happen next?

Andropov spoke again

“So what would you suggest as a course of action, Colonel?”

“Comrade Chairman, we should lay out a plan for the peaceful transition to a non-communist society.”

Andropov blinked.

“Are you mad?” He said. “The Politburo will reject it!”

Taganov replied.

“It doesn’t matter what the Politburo believes, the Soviet state will
eventually come to an end. How it will end is still an open question.
We can see to it that the transition to another social order is
peaceful. Or we could do nothing and have open chaos as a result.”

On a clear Sunday morning in Washington a mass prayer service was being
held on the Mall. On the live television broadcast Katherine Grant
first denounced the Uptimers as being the tools of Satan because of
their peacefully meeting with the Soviet delegation aboard the Eagle
and for continuing to hold her daughter on board their ship. And then
she openly denounced the Nixon Administration for their continued
contact with and support of them. The simple idea that the Uptimers
were acting in accordance with simple courtesy and the actual facts of
reality simply did not cross what passed for her mind and didn’t enter
into her rant.

Alice and Judith aboard the Eagle silently watched the live broadcast of the prayer service.

President Nixon also watched the broadcast from the White House. On the
ground the President had discussed the continuing issue of Grant and
her followers with Commander Macdonald.

“Mister President,” said MacDonald, “we simply will not submit to their
demands, and should the United States Government do so, we will pull out
and go elsewhere.”

“Where would you go?” Nixon asked.

Without missing a beat Macdonald simply replied.

“Israel.”

Of course they would. Nixon thought.

Across the nation the broadcast was also seen by numerous college
students, many of whom were suffering from serious hangovers on this
morning. In the living room of a three bedroom apartment in the
Dinkytown area adjacent to the main campus of the University of
Minnesota seven seriously unkempt and hung over students of both genders
and a their guest for breakfast were watching the broadcast as well.

“Can you believe this nonsense?” One of them said with a British
accent. “The Uptimers are from the future, of course they’re not going
to believe in God, or any other nonsense.”

“They don’t believe in Progress either.” Said another student.

Mark Urquhart, the first student who was a British subject studying Engineering, replied to the second.

“Because it’s not actually a doctrine of Progress, it’s simply a body of excuses to use force on other people.”

And then Mark’s guest for breakfast, his oldest brother, spoke up with a clearly polished Oxford accent.

“Your first president, George Washington, once said something on this point: ‘Government is not reason; it is not eloquent; it is force. Like fire, it is a dangerous servant and a fearful master.’”

Francis Urquhart was a junior member of the House of Commons for the
Conservative Party. He had come to the United States on party business
and decided to drop in on his youngest brother during the trip.

Now everyone in the room waited for his next word.

“The fact is that those who want power will stop at nothing to gain
it--even to personally commit the act of murder–so lying for power is
not a serious obstacle at all.”

The Americans in the room and his youngest brother all nodded in response.

What Francis Urquhart had not mentioned in the conversation, or even to
his own brother, was that there were already two dead bodies buried
under his own path to power in Cyprus.

Later in the day Francis would drop in on his sister Mary, who was
married to a member of a wealthy American family, Richard Charles March
II.

At the ground base in Nevada a letter with an information package that included color photographs was downloaded from the Eagle, printed, and sent by air mail to Diana Spencer, a student presently attending a boarding school in the United Kingdom.

For Francis Urquhart the lunch with his sister and her husband did not
go well. The fact was that Richard March, in spite of his inherited
wealth, was a true believer in the Progressive cause. In fact the way
that Richard consistently looked at Francis gave him the clear
impression that he was looked upon as a mortal enemy.

Richard was particularly upset at the Uptimers for their clear rejection of the Progressive cause.

Urquhart replied.

“The thing is Dicky, these people came from the 24th Century. There is
no question for them as to what works and what doesn’t. And routinely
working in the vacuum of space would very strongly discourage the kind
of wishful thinking that you routinely indulge in.”

No one ever addressed march as Dicky, not even his wife. And the truth as stated by Francis was simply too much for him.

For Francis Urquhart the next stop on his visit to America was the Uptimer Base in Nevada on behalf of the Conservative Party.

Friday, November 28, 2014

Thursday, November 27, 2014

I now propose the following amendment to the United States Constitution:

The People of the United States, being the sovereign authority of the nation, shall not be disarmed. To petition for, to enact, or to enforce legislation to disarm the People shall be a capital offense.

Friday, November 21, 2014

Upon his return to Moscow Mikhail Gorbachev began the initial
handwritten draft of his report to the Politburo. As it was to be
factual be did not expect it to be well received. Although Boatman
meant to be helpful in providing a written transcript of the meeting in
Russian the last thing the Politburo wanted to read was the truth.

As additional commentary Boatman wrote:

The science of spaceflight works because those who practice it have
actually made the effort to discover and apply the relevant facts of
reality to their endeavor. The mishaps that do occur are usually the
result of someone not paying attention to the relevant facts.

The theory of Communism was invented by a group of professional
parasites in order to give the appearance of modernity and moral
legitimacy to the stone-age practice of beating-up and killing
productive people and taking the products of their thought and labor.
Of course that is about the nicest description I could give to it. I
basically think of the practice of Communism as being the behavior of
those who chose to essentially behave as predatory animals. And as with
any other predatory animal that attacks human beings it is clear that
they should be hunted down and killed.

To the true believer a 100 million innocent human lives snuffed out in
the pursuit of an invalid ideology is just not enough. Would they stop
after killing 200 million or 300 million? Of course not.

The parasite mentalities of the Master Class as a rule see themselves as
superior beings and that all other people, the productive population of
a nation, exist solely as either tools that they can use to pursue
their goals or as trash to be disposed of. Killing those who rightfully
refuse to be the slaves of the self-appointed superior beings is not
seen as an act of murder. In the minds of the Master Class is it simply
the disposal of garbage.

I practical effect a Communist is a mortal enemy of Mankind. And killing
a Communist is as necessary as putting down a rabid animal or
destroying any other active hazard to human life.

This wasn’t about to be accepted by the Politburo at all. And Gorbachev expected their collective response to be very ugly.

Richard Charles March sat in the den of his home in the Kenwood section
of Minneapolis and was reading the Friday edition of the Minneapolis
Star, the local evening newspaper. The Star had published an editorial
that denounced the Uptimers for their clear adherence to Capitalism.

An Uptimer named Jane March had responded to the editorial.

Your sneer is a clear indication that you may be part of a problem.
Positive confirmation of this would of course require further
observation and research for which I neither the time, patience, nor a
research grant to perform. That would be a task that is ideally suited
to an actual intellectual. As you may notice I will not condemn all
intellectuals in my reply, I only condemn the false ones.

Intellectuals actually can be useful when they are honest or when they
are actually paying attention to the facts of reality. The problem
arises when someone assumes the position of authority in order to scam
their way to survival and well being, or to further an adverse
ideological agenda. As there is only one reality, which is commonly
perceived by all individuals, the fraud is ultimately discovered, but
all too often the disclosure occurs after innocent lives are lost.

One of the obvious indications that one is a false intellectual is their
apparent blindness to the distinction between the states of
Civilization and Barbarism. The State of Civilization is not only the
collection of structures that people live and work in, and the tools
that they use, it is also the moral condition that they live in. The
foundation of the social order has a clear impact on the survival and
well being of the people who live in it.

In the State of Civilization consent is the preferred basis of social,
economic, and political relationships, and force is reserved as a
response to the violent predatory behavior from such persons as common
criminals and Communists. The barbaric social paradigm is dominated by
those persons who, by tribal membership or by adherence to an ideology,
assume the role of a superior being that forcibly uses other people as a
means to assure their own survival and well being.

Obviously not all civilizations are perfect, which was clearly
demonstrated by the Self Appointed Superior Beings who forcibly imposed
the Prohibition of Alcohol on the United States in the early Twentieth
Century.

To see the distinction between Civilization and Barbarism and act to on
that knowledge does have an impact on the survival and well being of a
person. Anyone who cannot see, refuses to see, or who actively
obliterates, the distinction between Civilization and Barbarism in their
work is either not doing their job properly or is part of the problem,
and in either case has absolutely zero claim to being an intellectual.
Though that doesn't stop them from trying.

But I'm just the commander of our surface base, so what do I know?

Richard Charles March clearly was angry. How dare this cunt in a
military uniform call him and his fellow Progressives a band of savages?

As March read the evening paper and made hostile noises his youngest son
watched from a position on concealment. John Andrew March had only
recently begun kindergarten classes but he already knew that his father
should not be spoken to as he read any newspaper.

On the morning of Saturday Evelyn Boatman had been released from
hospitalization and was taking the shuttle down from the Eagle to the
surface base.

That the present administration in Washington holds the
citizens in contempt and would resort to fraud to promote its programs
is not s surprise. I made the following prediction during the election
six years ago:

My theory is that many self styled authorities defend their doctrines,
often more deliberate than erroneous, as if they were defending their
lives because they are defending their lives.

The false
authority is dependent on the work of other people for their survival
and well being. Without the blind obedience of productive people the
false authority would wither away and die. To the parasite power over
the productive is life.

These self appointed intellectuals, whom
Ayn Rand had labeled as Witch Doctors, claim the position of authority
in a division of labor economy through the claim of being in possession
of superior knowledge. Such so called superior knowledge must by
necessity contradict the knowledge gained by direct perception of
objective (commonly perceived) reality.

Against the entirely
valid charge of fraud the intellectual con artist will claim that his
perception of reality differs from that of the common man.

One
practice, which began with the original aboriginal witch doctors, is to
claim that self appointed authority is perceiving or is otherwise in
contact with a higher or spiritual level of reality. This practice
continues to this day in the scam religions of Islam and Scientology.

The
materialist version of the false authority con operates on the practice
of polylogism, the claim that members of different groups perceive
differently. What is true for one group is false for another group. Thus
what is true for Jews is claimed to be false for Aryans. The practice
of polylogism is not confined to issues of race (such as Africans
versus "Crackers"), it can be applied to conflicts of class
(Proletarians versus the Bourgeoisie), gender ("Womyn" versus "Sperm
Donors"), and national culture (The French versus everyone else*).

But
since Man is an entity of both spirit and body the most effective, and
thus destructive, version of the different knowledge con will combine
both the claim of spiritual wisdom and material polylogism. This occurs
in the notion that a group has a distinct consciousness whose will is
embodied in a leader. Thus the claim that Adolf Hitler embodied the will
of the Volk, Josef Stalin embodied the will of the Proletariat, Hillary
Clinton embodied the will of all Womyn, and that Barack Obama embodies
the will of the functionally dumb.**

And if this wasn't bad
enough there are now false authorities who claim to represent something
other than a human population, such as the Gaianist witch doctor Al
Gore.

It is essential for the survival of human society that
false authorities be identified and rendered unable to cause further
harm to us.

Of course if they are also buried that would be fine with me.

*
I'm really serious here. The French as a nation have a long history of
insisting on being different and claiming it's a superior practice. A
case in point is that at the beginning of the First World War is that
while all other nations had adopted earth toned uniforms for their
soldiers the French politicians INSISTED that their soldiers go into
combat with the traditional dark blue coats and bright red trousers. As
you can imagine this didn't work out well for the French Army. The
French also had the best bayonets mounted on the worst rifle, but that's
another story.

** There is simply no other way that anyone could
support a Harvard indoctrinated Marxist empty suit from the Chicago
Democratic Machine.

Sunday, November 16, 2014

Evelyn Boatman was sitting back at the work station in his quarters and
had just finished updating the report on the visit of the Soviet
delegation when there was an old fashioned knock on his cabin door.

“Come in!” He shouted.

The door opened and Judith Grant stepped in. As a proper gentleman Evelyn stood up.

“Is there a problem?” He said.

“I’m not sure,” she replied, “maybe.”

Evelyn made the gesture to Judith to take a seat near the work station
in his cabin. Once they were seated he then asked the next question.

“So what happened?”

“I just finished reading Time Enough For Love by Robert Heinlein.”

Oh bugger. He thought. Of course when jumping to a conclusion I can be wrong.

“And?” He said.

“And I read the part of it titled The Tale Of The Adopted Daughter.”

He nodded.
Of course being right isn’t always a good thing, either. He thought.

“And what conclusion did you come to?”

“That I may have a problem.” She said.

Evelyn nodded and then asked the next question.

“Which is?”

“I want to be with you.” She said. “I want to marry you and live with you.”

He thought for a moment before responding.

“Apart from the issue of maturity I really can’t think of a reason to say no.”

She blinked. He continued his answer.

“Obviously no rational man will take advantage of a child, but once
you’ve hit adulthood there shouldn’t be a problem. Do you understand?

“I think I do.” Judith replied. “I basically have to grow up?”

“On the psychological level, yes.” He said.

She nodded and then her face brightened.

“Yes.” She said.

“Was there anything else?” Evelyn asked.

“Um, no.” She said.

With the end of the discussion Judith would return to her cabin and Evelyn went directly to see Alice about the issue.

At Baikonur both Gorbachev and Leonov would go through a long debriefing
on the mission. More than once the KGB Colonel had to suggest to a
party member sitting in on the session that he should take a break.
Three times he had to make the suggestion to a member more than once.

When Gorbachev mentioned that Boatman had dismissed Lenin as a
psychopath the senior party member lit up and had to be physically
removed from the room.

With the party man removed the Colonel shook his head.

“And how are we to do our jobs?” He said. “Our mission is to discover
and record the facts but we are not to actually pass them on to our
superiors?. And Boatman is not unique in this respect, when Lenin’s
behavior is described to someone in the medical field without mentioning
any clue as to his identity the doctor always comes to the conclusion
that he is a psychopath. Every single time!”

Gorbachev was completely speechless at this point.

Aboard the Eagle Evelyn and Alice were having a discussion.

“So basically,” said Alice, “you just told her to grow up?”

“Yes.”

“And that’s all? No other grounds for rejection?”

“Why should there be?’

Alice was struck speechless.

Evelyn continued.

“Judith has essentially embraced reason and apart from the maturity
issue why should I reject her? And in the intervening time she could
find someone else to marry.”

“Not bloody likely.” Alice replied. “She won’t be looking for someone
else, and neither will you. Face it Dad, you have this thing about
diving in and solving problems, and this one just screamed and leaped at
you.”

Evelyn knew that was an old science fiction metaphor but he couldn’t recall from what work.

Alice now continued.

“I remember the arrival of the Integral. And I remember how you and mom responded when I...”

Alice couldn’t continue, Evelyn spoke up.

“When you had no idea how to live a real human life and assumed that
nothing would have changed once you were on the ground at Eden. The
first lecture to correct that error was a long one.”

“The whole process of correcting the damage was a long one.” Alice replied. “You and Mom had a lot of work to do on it.”

Evelyn could only nod in response.

“So what now?” He said.

“Well, it’s a bit early to send out the wedding invitations.” Alice replied.

“Yes, but it shouldn’t be too much trouble, we’ll be inviting Rand, the
Heinleins, the Azimovs, Arthur Clarke and whoever he’s partnered
with...”

“Dad, this will be the biggest social event of the century.”

“No it won’t, this will not be major event like a royal wedding.”

“No, I suppose not.” Said Alice.

And then she had another thought.

“And speaking of an actual royal wedding, can we warn Diana Spencer
about what happened to her counterpart on the original timeline?”

“Sure, she clearly doesn’t deserve to be hooked up with that inbred
moron the Prince of Wales.” Said Evelyn. “I wrote the letter warning
LRH about that dickhead Miscavage, and you can write the letter to Diana
about that dickhead Prince Charles and his mistress, what was her
name?”

“Camilla. Yes I think it was Camilla.” Said Alice. “Okay, I’ll do that.”

It was time for lunch.

The Boatman’s had stepped right up behind Judith Grant in the mess line. And then Evelyn had a thought.

And no, it didn’t hurt.

He spoke to her.

“Judith?”

“Yes?”

Evelyn stepped up, took her in his arms, and kissed her. It was a deep
and very adult kiss. And Judith felt like she was melting in his arms.

Saturday, November 15, 2014

Barack Obama should be strongly encouraged to resign the office of the President of the United States.

Yes, we all know that Joe Biden is an idiot, but quite frankly we're all tired of Obama's infallible god-king attitude. And Biden very likely will have sense enough to not provoke a military coup to restore the Constitution.

Of course comparing the the Republican party to the NSDAP is complete nonsense. Especially as the general doctrine of the Donks is essentially National Socialism without what could be called the Aryan frills.

Central to the depicted nonsense--and in particular the the final line--is the myth of the collective reality. In collective reality there is only the alleged view of the group and the specific person is denied the right to examine the facts for himself and to reach his own conclusion on the basis of those facts.

And as with all variants of collectivism the person is seen as a thing to be used for the alleged benefit of the collective. In this case the gay man is denied the right to identify himself as a Citizen of the United States and to rationally cast a ballot as an individual American Citizen.

And of course there is the implicit death penalty for the betrayal of the alleged homosexual collective. This was the case in history when individuals were executed for race treason under National Socialism and for class treason under Communism.

Thursday, November 13, 2014

The fact is that the self styled Progressives haven't had an original idea since the Old Stone Age, and that was the notion of assaulting or killing other people and taking their stuff. The fact is that the self styled Progressives are absolutely the worst kind of reactionaries.

And here is something I wrote five years ago:

The first violent crime was committed before the recording of history
when some now nameless thug turned his spear, a tool created to feed and
protect human beings, against another human being to take by violence
something from that now nameless victim.

The fundamental crime of
the Democratic Party is to turn the apparatus of government--at all
levels, local, state, and federal--against the people that governments
were created to protect, the productive citizens of a free and
civilized nation.

The Democrats have rejected the principle of
consent as the basis of the social and political order and have sought
to materially and spiritually benefit from the coercion of the
productive population. Their preferred method of obtaining power, the
simple majority vote (or the claim of same) with no constitutional
restraints on power obtained, is simply the exercise of brute force
given a happy face.

They have appointed themselves a class of
masters and condemned us, the citizens of the United States, to
servitude to them. This is morally intolerable.

If our families
and our nation are to have a future then the Democratic Party, and their
bipartisan country club collaborators, must be permanently removed from
office and rendered permanently impotent in the political sphere of
action. And if this means that some of their dead bodies have to be
dropped into the nearest convenient landfill with the rest of the
garbage, then let us do it.

Yes, I know that cancer surgery and
chemotherapy is rough, but the alternative is simply unacceptable. I
believe that we should be no less ruthless in the effort to destroy the
tyranny of the looters and to create a new rational political order for
ourselves and our own children.

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

This is the subject of a paper I should have written in high school.
Although if I had submitted it to the English teacher who taught the
class on Science Fiction I very likely would have been crucified had I
done so at the time.Heinlein wrote the novel to be the part of the juvenile series of
science fiction novels published by Scribners and as a response to
pro-Soviet peace activism. In the novel a young man grows from a naive
high school student to a junior officer in the army. The narrative of
the novel also serves as the framework for a series of lectures about
the nature of man, morals, war, and government. The most controversial
concept in the novel is that not everyone should be allowed to vote. In
the place of universal suffrage Heinlein proposed the idea that the
legal status of Citizen, who is a member of the sovereign class of the
nation with the authority to vote, has to be earned.

Then as now there were people who clearly didn’t understand the
concept of government. Then as now there were those who sought to
exploit the ignorance of the mere voter in order to obtain political
power. And worse to obtain power without restraint. Heinlein had
proposed the idea of earning the sovereign franchise as a filtering
mechanism to prevent obvious fools--such as peace activists--from
influencing government.

The idea of the restricted franchise is not new. In the Polis
of Athens the franchise was restricted to property owning members of
the tribe but there was no legal restraint on the state. As history had
shown this led to dysfunctions such as legal murder of Socrates.

Although the descent into statism can be dated back to the expansion
of the franchise it was the common acceptance of the notion of the
unrestrained state that has brought about the current crisis.

Friday, November 07, 2014

Mikhail Sergeyevich Gorbachev sat back and waited for the retro-rockets of the Soyuz spacecraft to fire.

What was he going to tell the Politburo? From their perspective this mission was a complete failure.

“The basic problem,” said Evelyn Boatman, “is that the doctrine of
Communism is based on a clearly false concept of human life and of
reality in general, and as such is absolutely doomed to failure. There
is absolutely no other conclusion possible.”

“But what about all the lives sacrificed in the pursuit of the Communist ideal?”

“The fact is that all the suffering and deaths inflicted in the cause of
Communism were completely pointless.” Boatman replied. “And in the
long run the Communist state, in all manifestations, has to end.”

At this point in time it appeared that burning up on reentry wouldn’t seem to be a bad thing.

The Eagle was back under spin as she coasted back to geosynchronous
altitude in the transfer orbit. In his role as the mission commander
Boatman sat back at the work station in his quarters and read the
various reports from the staff on the ground. That jackass of a county
commissioner, a Democrat of course, didn’t get the message the first
time and had to properly dealt with. And it appeared that the way
things in general were going in the United States the idea of moving out
to Ganymede and establishing a permanent base was looking better and
better.

Why?

As with the Reds, the self-styled progressives and liberals in the
United States believed they had an excuse to use force to obtain their
goals on the ground. The idea that their victims had the right to live
by their own rational judgement as well as the right to the products of
their own thought and labor was simply irrelevant to them. As with the
Reds, the Democrats and Progressives in general simply saw common people
as things to be used. The control and usage of common people was to be
brought about through fraud if possible and by force if necessary.

In The Reformation the practice of using people and otherwise profiting
through political force was brought to an abrupt end. From coast to
coast in the United States there were mass graves filled with the dead
bodies of the Users. There was simply no other option at that time.

In the primary timeline The Reformation was brought about in part
because the virtual monopoly on the mass media held by the Users had
been broken by the Internet. But at the present time even the military
communications system that was constructed for nuclear warfighting which
served as the foundation of the Internet simply didn’t exist.

Could the Users be brought down now?

Boatman simply had no idea, but it was now time for dinner.

It was late in the night when Senator Kennedy personally answered the
door of his Washington residence. The man he let in was a long standing
supporter of the Kennedy Family in the publishing business from decades
back.

Geoffrey Warren spoke softly.

“So Ted, what’s the big hush-hush about?”

Kennedy answered.

“Geoff, I’ve just been given a copy of a book that was originally
published in the future, and the story that it tells is nothing less
than appalling.”

He handed Warren the copy of The Concept Of Government. Warren opened it as Kennedy continued to speak.

“This is the unexpurgated version.” He said. “It covers the
extermination of our party in the future and those responsible for it.”

Warren looked up with shock.

“Yes.” Said Kennedy. “Our party will be wiped out and that book names those who will do it.”

“So what do you want me to do?” Said Warren.

“What I want,” said Kennedy, “is for copies of that book to be printed
and distributed to our people, and it must be done secretly, can you do
it?”

Geoffrey Warren nodded.

“Yes, I can do it.”

“And it must be an exact copy,” said Kennedy, “even the typos must be included.”

Warren open the book to the inside cover and pointed to the number stamped inside.

“Does that include this number?”

“Yes,” Kennedy replied, “it has to mean something.”

“Okay,” said Warren, “I’ll do it.”

In the White House President Nixon read the report on the visit on the
Soviet visit to the Eagle. It had essentially gone off without any
problems. The mission commander gave his guests a tour of the ship,
including the main drive room, along with a brief explanation of the
technologies. The Russians even got to view the quantum singularity
that was the heart of the ship.

Or at least the visual effects of the gravitational distortion it generated by its very existence.

And then there was the dinner. It was as close to a formal meal that
could be served in free fall as the Soyuz spacecraft had been brought
aboard and the ship could not be spun for internal gravity as a result.

And at the end the Soviet delegation was told that the Uptimers could do
nothing for a invalid social order. Absolutely nothing at all.

What Brezhnev and the rest of the Politburo would think about this could only be guessed.

And then there was the latest incident in Nevada. A dumbass politician,
a Democrat of course, tried to put the legal squeeze on the Uptimers.
And the Uptimers responded with their usual exercise of deadly force.

One would think that the folks on the other side of the aisle would
notice that the Uptimers had a standard response to their nonsense. But
then the folks on the other side really weren’t in the habit of actual
thought.

Friday, October 31, 2014

Robert Fisher was driving his own Kentworth tractor-trailer truck on a two-lane highway crossing the Nevada desert. He was carrying a load of corrugated sheet steel to the surface base of the Uptimers. Even though he was a Minnesota resident this was where the work was and the fact that he was an independent owner-operator was also a factor in his continued employment. The Uptimers continued their flat out refusal to hire anyone connected to a union, especially the Teamsters.

He was still ten miles out from the front gate of the base when a county sheriff's car came up behind his unit and started flashing the lights. Bob decided to pull over but as he did he hit the panic button on the GPS unit installed in the tractor as instructed by the Uptimers. Unless there was another emergency to deal with the alert squad of Rangers would shortly come out.

After both vehicles came to a full stop the deputy sheriff walked up to truck.

He spoke to Fisher.

“Sir, do you know why you were pulled over?”

“No.”

“You were speeding.”

Fisher shook his head.

“Deputy,” he said, “I’m carrying too much weight to be speeding.”

The deputy was clearly upset that Fisher had rebuked him.

“My radar gun says you were speeding!”

The GPS unit beeped. Fisher briefly turned to read the text message on the screen. The alert squad of Rangers was on the way.

He decided to talk the deputy out of this nonsense before the Rangers showed up.

“Deputy,” he said, “this tractor unit is fitted with a Global Positioning System unit.”

“So what?”

“The GPS was developed on the original timeline by the United States Navy to precisely track the position and speed of ballistic missile submarines. The People from the future brought a full set of GPS satellites and ground units with them in case they had to do work on the Earth. And according my GPS tracker I wasn’t speeding.”

The deputy was now visibly angry. He pulled out his service revolver.

“Get out of the truck! Now!”

Suddenly there were two sonic booms. The deputy looked up in shock.

Fisher spoke again.

“Deputy, I called for assistance from the Uptimers, you should place the gun on the ground and your hands on top of your head.”

The deputy raised his revolver higher and shouted again.

“GET OUT OF THE TRUCK! NOW!”

There was a sudden flash of light. Fisher looked down and saw that apart from the skull, spinal column and rib cage, which had turned to carbon, every part of the deputy above the pelvis had been turned to smoke.

“Shit.” He said.

Fisher had seen similar but far bloodier fatal injuries inflicted by the Communists on his fellow Marines in the Korean War.

The four Rangers stepped out of the squad lander as it slowly passed over the site. The landing jets on the suits slowed their descent to landing. The squad leader bounced up to where Fisher was parked. He then opened his helmet to speak.

“Damn.” He said. “He asked for it.”

“He was clearly not paying attention, Sergeant Burnette.”

Fisher could see the name and rank of the Ranger printed in black on the front of the suit. The insignia used straight chevrons similar to those used by the Israelis, but in this case the rank of Staff Sergeant was indicated by four stripes.

“Okay,” said Staff Sergeant Burnette, “this idiot pulls you over for speeding even though you weren’t, and then pulls his weapon on you when you argued with him.”

“Yes,” said Fisher, “and he got real upset when the lander and the gunship appeared.”

Bob Fisher could only nod. He had not yet read the full story on The Reformation but from what little information he had it was clearly a cleanup of a serious mess.

Burnette looked about before speaking again.

“What we can do is this, we can have the squad lander and gunship fly overhead and my guys can ride on the trailer the rest of the way to the base.”

“That’ll work.” Fisher replied.

In his office Senator Edward Kennedy received a visitor. Douglas Green was employed by the Republican National Committee in Washington. But for some reason he needed to speak to the senator immediately and in private.

“So what is this about?” Said Kennedy.

“You’ve heard about the publication of The Concept Of Government?”

“Yes,” said Kennedy, “I’ve been told that it’s a load of fascist trash”

“There’s an unexpurgated version being distributed within the Republican Party. And it’s worse than that--much worse.”

Green opened a small brown paper bag like those used by certain bookstores, pulled out a copy of a soft cover book, and handed it to Kennedy. The title was the same but the name of the author was clearly printed on the cover.

The author was named Allen Keller.

“In what way is this version worse?” Kennedy asked.

Green answered.

“This version gives a clear history of the event the Uptimers call The Reformation, basically the extermination of the Democratic Party. And it gives the identity of those who carried it out, including the founder of the successor state, The Federation.”

“And who carried out the murders and founded this so-called federation?”

“The then sitting governor of the state of Minnesota, John Andrew March.”

As Kennedy paged through the copy he didn’t notice the four digit number stamped on the inside of the cover. And he had absolutely no clue that there was a printed computer chip incorporated into the spine of the book.

His thought at the time was that something would have to be done about those monsters.

At the Ground Base in Nevada Lieutenant March was meeting with Bob Fisher.

“Bob, when was the last time you went home to see your family?’

“About a month ago, why?”

“Perhaps it would be a good idea for you to leave the area until things calm down. According to my list here we have a load going outbound to Minneapolis. Interested/”

Fisher nodded.

“Yes.” He said.

“Okay, it’s going out tomorrow to Honeywell.”

At that moment a message popped up with a beep on her desktop screen.

March spoke again.

“Bob, I have to meet with someone, can you go out the side door?”

“Yes.”

Once Fisher was clear of her office she pressed down on the intercom button.

“Okay, bring him in.”

Two Rangers dragged a bound and gagged man in mock western attire into the office and dropped him on the floor. He was a member of the county board. March walked around her desk and bent down to pull off the piece of duct tape from his mouth.

She then spoke.

“So what do you have to say for yourself?”

He spat back.

“You fucking bitch!”

“Really,” she replied, “do you understand the concept of courtesy, let along the meaning of the word No?”

“You have nothing on me, bitch!”

“On the contrary, the county sheriff was very clear when he said that you ordered the harassment of truckers making deliveries here.”

“That lying son of a bitch!”

March shook her head.

“No. It’s amazing how truthful someone can be when a gun is placed directly on the forehead. Your effort to get a piece of our action has only annoyed us and resulted in the death of one of your deputies. Needless to say it has to end.”

“You bitch! You won’t get away with this!”

“I’m not getting away with anything.” She calmly relied.

Lieutenant March then drew her sidearm, a M1911A1, and placed a single round in the commissioner’s head.

Monday, October 27, 2014

The hanger was sealed and repressurized. The Soyuz spacecraft had been secured to the deck. To Boatman’s eyes it was clearly a relic of an ancient day. The green fireproof nomex fabric that covered the reentry and mission modules of the spacecraft gleamed in the light of the hangar deck.

The Ranger honor guard in their deep green dress uniforms had secured their feet to the deck with grip shoes. Both Alice and Judith as well as captain sterling were wearing communication headsets that were linked to the cluster of supercomputers that controlled the Eagle. For this event the headsets included a small speaker which would broadcast the translation of individuals speech in Russian. Evelyn alone was not wearing a headset.

The loudspeakers blared.

“Soviet Visitors, arriving.”

As if this were the signal to act the docking hatch of the mission module opened and the two men floated forth into the hangar.

Both Leonov and Gorbachev had changed to their mission uniforms for the meeting. Upon their egress in free fall Boatman spoke to them clearly in Russian.

“Welcome gentlemen to the starship Eagle, I am Evelyn Boatman.”

“You speak Russian?” Said Gorbachev.

“Yes, Mikhail Sergeyevich.” Boatman replied. “This vessel was originally designed to cross interstellar space at one fifth the speed of light. With acceleration and braking the journey to Alpha Centauri would take about twenty five years. As you can imagine this gives a new meaning to the concept of boredom. As I had time to catch up on some reading I chose to read Tsiolkovsky and Korolev in the original Russian.”

“And Lenin?” Gorbachev asked.

“No,” said Boatman, “of course not, I leave psychotics to the correct professionals.”

“Of course.” Gorbachev replied.

Boatman then stepped with the grip shoes towards Leonov and extended his hand.

“Cosmonaut Leonov,” he said, “it is an honor to meet you, sir.”

Leonov took and shook Boatman’s hand.

“Thank you, sir.”

“You’re welcome” He replied. “Allow me to introduce these good people. First this is Captain Dennis Sterling, the commander of the Eagle.”

Captain Sterling nodded and put forth his hand to be shook. Cosmonaut Leonov and Gorbachev responded in kind.

“This is my adopted daughter, Doctor Alice Boatman.”

Alice said the word, “Hello.” This was translated into Russian and transmitted back by her communications set.

“And this is Judith Grant, she is presently receiving treatment for some severe injuries she received on the ground.”

Both of the Russians had read of the incident in Dallas. And both decided at that point to simply nod.

Boatman then looked at the Soyuz spacecraft and spoke to Leonov.

“You’re flying with the standard heat shield on this mission?”

“Yes.” Leonov replied.

Boatman frowned and shook his head.

“While Russians do tend to be a bit conservative in engineering you still have more energy to bleed off during reentry from this altitude.” He said. “Would you accept a ride down to a lower orbit before attempting reentry?”

“Yes.” Said Leonov. “We would.”

“Yes.” Said Gorbachev.

“Of we’ll have to secure the spacecraft to the deck, with your permission.” Said Boatman.

“Of course.” Leonov replied.

“And while that is taken care of, we could do a short tour of the ship.”

“That would be good.” Said Cosmonaut Leonov.

“Yes, thank you.” Said Gorbachev.

After a set of grip shoes had been issued to the cosmonauts, the group made their way to the main engine room.

“And this is the primary control station for the Quantum Singularity Drive. “ Said Boatman.

He brought up and image on the primary large flat screen monitor. The grey image showed an grid with a distortion at the center.

Boatman spoke.

“What you are seeing on this image is not the singularity itself but the distorting effect of the gravitational pull.”

Gorbachev spoke.

“A physicist at Moscow University told us that you have recreated the gravitational effects of a frozen star on the subatomic level.”

“Essentially, yes.”

Gorbachev had used the Russian term for the phenomena. The English term Black Hole translated directly into Russian was unfortunately and commonly used as a rude anatomical reference.

Leonov then spoke.

“If I under stood the concept correctly you generate usable energy by dropping matter into the singularity?”

“Yes,” Boatman replied, “protons and electrons in the process of being gravitationally merged into neutrons give off photons which in turn are used to heat up normal matter. Which then leads to this...”

Boatman changed the image on the screen to a diagram of the larger drive section.

“...in the normal rocket mode for insystem propulsion at lower velocities we use ordinary hydrogen for the reaction mass, but for interstellar flight we scoop the mass from outside of the ship.”

“As in the Bussard Ramjet?” Said Leonov.

“Yes, but there are some difficulties.” Boatman replied.

“I’m sorry.” Said Gorbachev, “but what is a Bussard Ramjet?”

To Gorbachev the mission commander’s face had taken on the appearance of a university lecturer who had just joyously discovered a dullard in his classroom. Unfortunately for Gorbachev the dullard was him.

Boatman spoke.

“The ramjet was proposed as a means of starship propulsion by Doctor Robert Bussard, in this the system would magnetically scoop the hydrogen in interstellar space and use it as fuel for a fusion rocket. But there were two basic problems with the concept. The first is that artificial thermonuclear fusion requires neutrons in the nucleus of the fuel. Thus our use of Deuterium and Helium-3 as fusion fuels. The second is that maximum velocity of the system is limited to the exhaust velocity of the rocket motor. Which on the Eagle is twenty percent of the speed of light. Now this configuration of the system is generally known as the Ram Augmented Interstellar Rocket.”

Cosmonaut Leonov had a question.

“As I understand it, Hydrogen is magnetically neutral, so how can it be magnetically scooped up?”

“Good question,” said Boatman, “In our system we use a laser to separate the electrons from the proton core. So the protons are then scooped in and used as the reaction mass.”

Saturday, October 25, 2014

Mikhail Gorbachev could hear the engines of the first stage fire at
about ten seconds from the end of the countdown. At the point of zero
the clamps holding the Proton launcher and the Soyuz payload to the pad
let go. Gorbachev felt his weight multiply by an order of magnitude as
the rocket lifted from the pad.

“Let's see.” Lieutenant Siekmann said as he floated from the command seat over to the sensor station.

It was the Proton launcher they had been tracking. At first it only had
a standard shroud for an unmanned payload installed on it. Then it
had been brought back from the launchpad to the assembly hall. The
Proton was then returned to the pad with the payload shroud for a Soyuz
orbiter on it.

Now the Soviets were actually launching it.

“Very good.” Siekmann said as the first stage of the Proton dropped off. “Let's continue to track it.”

In discussion it was speculated that the initial payload may have been a
weapon. With the launch of a Soyuz it appeared that the Soviets had
second thoughts about a hostile act and were now attempting a contact
mission.

On the command deck of the Eagle the Soyuz spacecraft was also being tracked.

Judith Grant was also watching the proceedings on the command deck. She
was doing so while standing up, having recovered sufficiently enough to
do so.

“So who would be aboard it?” She asked.

“Good question.” Evelyn replied. “The command pilot should be Alexi
Leonov, he's now the senior cosmonaut since Gagarin died, I have no idea
who would be in the second seat.”

“No idea at all?”

“Well it wouldn't be any member of the Politburo. Remember, the
Communist leadership as a general rule sees other people as something to
be used, not one of them will risk their own necks on a contact mission
no matter how desperate the situation on the ground may appear. Under
the circumstances they'll send someone up who may be up and coming in
their system but is still expendable. At this point I could only guess
who it is and the guess would likely be wrong.”

Judith nodded. Evelyn then spoke again.

“But the fun part will be the question of how do they get back down?”

“Doesn't the Soyuz have a heat shield?”

“Yes, but it was designed for reentry from a low orbit. A reentry from
this altitude would have more energy to bleed off and would require a
heavier heat shield.”

Judith nodded in thought and then spoke.

“So if they are using their standard heat shield the Russians would need a ride home?”

“Yes.” Evelyn smiled as he replied.

President Nixon was notified of the launch. He was also told that the Uptimers had the situation under control.

Both men had remained in their pressure suits during the flight to high
orbit. Gorbachev patiently waited and kept his hands to himself as the
Soyuz approached the Eagle. He had no idea how to read the gauges
aboard the spacecraft and touched nothing because he wanted to avoid a
fatal foul up.

“Damn...” Said Leonov. “There was just a jump in neutron readings, then it’s gone.”

“What does it mean?” Said Gorbachev.

“No idea, it could be natural.” Said Leonov. “But I would seriously reconsider any plans for fatherhood.”

Suddenly an unfamiliar voice in Russian spoke over the ground to space communications channel.

“Soyuz spacecraft, this is the starship Eagle, do you copy?’

Leonov answered.

“Yes Eagle, we copy.”

“Very good, as we do not have a docking port that is compatible with the
Soyuz we wish to bring you aboard through one of our landing craft
airlocks, will that be a problem?”

Leonov turned to look at Gorbachev. Gorbachev looked back and shook his head.

“No, Eagle” Said Leonov. “That will not be a problem.”

On the command deck Boatman turned to Captain Sterling.

“Right, do it as we planned.”

In the mission control center in Moscow the Mission Director listened as
Leonov sent a progress report on the contact with the Uptimers. But
then a mid-level Party Man who was sent to supervise the mission
suddenly jumped up and shouted.

“No!” He shouted. “No! Stop the docking! It is forbidden to surrender state secrets!”

“What state secrets?” Said the Mission Director.

“The Soyuz spacecraft! It’s at the front line of Soviet technology!”

The Mission Director and others in the room shook their heads.

“There has already been a discussion on this. The Star People are from
the 24th Century, to them the Soyuz is a historic relic, and there are
no state secrets to preserve.”

A KGB Colonel in uniform in the mission control center then spoke.

“Comrade, They are using Thermonuclear Fusion as the power source for
their auxiliary generators. And their primary power plant uses the
effects of a frozen star at the microscopic level to generate thrust and
power.”

The Colonel was assigned to the project to understand the Uptimers and
had read the translated transcript of the 60 Minutes broadcast. He then
asked a friend at Moscow University to explain the concept of the
Quantum Singularity.

“You may as well classify the plans for an old winter sleigh.” He said.
“In any case, perhaps you should take a break from the stress of this
situation.”

The way the Colonel had phrased it was an order and not a suggestion.
The Party Man looked at the two junior KGB officers who had just stood
up behind the Colonel.

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Senator Edward M. Kennedy had set aside some time after his normal
three-martini lunch to see a lobbyist. The subject of the meeting was
the people from the future and the question of what to do about them?
Kenneth Hudson was an old school lobbyist from Minnesota and had come to
Washington after the initial election of Hubert Humphrey as senator and
with the rest of the Democratic-Farmer-Labor Party crowd from that
state. Kennedy despised the lot of them but kept silent lest they
become open opponents to his own rise to power. And there was no
question that after his rise to the White House that there would ever be
any more opposition from the Right for him to contend with.

After the initial ritual of shaking hand taking seats Kennedy spoke.

“So Ken, what did you need to see me about?”

“It’s the people from the future, I tried to see them again, yesterday.”

“Why?” Kennedy replied. “They hate us and they are total fascist
trash. They’ve made no secret of it, that ship of theirs will have to
be destroyed and what’s left of them on the ground will have to confined
for the rest of their lives. We can’t have them continuing to
contaminate our people with their insane ideas.”

“I know that,” said Hudson, “I know that now.”

Kennedy had received a review copy of The Concept Of Government from a
sympathizer in the publishing industry. The content of the anonymously
authored work was nothing less than appalling.

“Throughout its history the fundamental value of the Democratic Party
was power. As with the Communists and National Socialists in Eurasia,
they had sought absolute power over everyone in their domain, the United
States of America. And as with the predecessors the power over their
victims was exercised without any restraint whatsoever. As a result it
became absolutely necessary to remove the Democratic Party from power
and permanently eliminate the basic structure and the intellectual
infrastructure that supported it.”

The method of elimination wasn’t described in the text but it was easy
for him to guess. The tract in general was absolutely appalling. And
there was no question that whoever wrote it had to be found, punished,
and permanently silenced.

“So tell me what happened.” Kennedy asked.

Hudson began.

“I heard that the bitch that shot the Teamsters rep had been replaced by
the ship’s engineer. With the bitch replaced by what should be a
dullard I decided to give them another chance for a meeting.”

“And what did you find?”

“I walked right into their office and there is a girl, a teenage girl,
sitting at the secretary’s desk. Seriously, she had long brown hair and
big granny glasses on like a schoolgirl, and she was dressed as a slut.
This was obviously somebody’s little girl playing at being a executive
secretary. So I decided to play along. The little slut immediately
stands up and points one of their Sci-Fi guns, like they used on our
cops in Minneapolis, right at me and orders me to leave. Can you
believe that?”

Kennedy nodded.

“With those people I would have to believe anything.” He said.

“Can something be done about them?” Asked Hudson.

“Something will be done about them.” Senator Kennedy replied.

Ken Hudson had not told Senator Kennedy the full story.

Hudson had entered the office unannounced. There he found what was
clearly a girl who appeared to be no older than 14 years old and was
dressed as an obvious slut. He was not aware that this was a Monty
Python Monday at the office and that the secretary was dressed as the
receptionist character played by Carol Cleveland in the Travel Agent
Sketch. The custom made long sleeved red dress was clearly designed to
show off the still developing cleavage of her current incarnation.

For Hudson the surrealness of the environment was ramped up a notch when
the obvious schoolgirl spoke with a clearly mature if cheerful tone of
voice.

“May I help you?” She said.

Hudson replied.

“I’m Kenneth Hudson, I’m here see the new...”

“She was looking down at the screen of her workstation when she spoke.

“Just a moment...Mister Hudson...you are a Democratic Party activist and
were ejected from this office. And you were told never to return.”

Hudson spoke up.

“Now see here...”

The apparent girl stood up and drew a Gauss pistol from a holster under
the desktop. She pointed it straight at his head. He could clearly see
that the sights of the pistol were aligned between her right eye and
his own right eye.

“You won’t get away with murder.” He said.

“Of course not,” she replied, “this event is being recorded and will be
replayed at any hearing held by my superiors aboard the Eagle, and I
will be cleared of all charges.”

Hudson couldn’t respond.

She spoke again.

“Now, for the last time, get out!”

Hudson raised his hands and backed away, he then turned the quickly walked out the door.

He initially went to the police in Arlington, Virginia to file a complaint.

“What do you want me to do?” Said the desk sergeant. “Commit suicide?”

“I want you to arrest that slut!”

“No Mister Hudson,” said the obviously graying desk sergeant, “you want
me to help you pretend that you had valid business in there. First, it
is a diplomatic legation. Sovereign nations tend to get upset when
their legations are violated. And the people from Alpha Centauri are
clearly a sovereign nation. Second, they told you to never come back
again. What part of this order did you not understand? And third, that
girl you are complaining about is probably older than both of my
grandmothers combined, those folks from Alpha Centauri are funny that
way.”

The fact was that Sergeant Charles Burns of the Arlington Police had
already met Miss Victoria Grosse and had dated her. He also knew that
she was two years into her fourth incarnation, and that with great age
came great sexual experience.

She also made it clear that in the long run he should find someone closer to his own age.

On the mess deck of the Eagle Alice and Judith were having breakfast. Judith spoke.

“Alice, could I ask you a personal question?”

“You can ask.”

“Are you a lesbian?”

Doctor Alice Boatman looked up from her breakfast. She clearly did not
expect this question. But then a friendly visit from the Spanish
Inquisition would have seemed more likely to her.

She gave Judith the straight answer.

“I’ve tried it, but I would rather do normal sexual intercourse.”

“Oh.” Said Judith.

Now Alice had her own question.

“So what brought up the question?”

“Um...I tried it myself.”

“Was it a summer camp or a boarding school?” Asked Alice.

“Summer camp.” Said Judith.

It was at this time that Evelyn appeared at the table with his usual
breakfast of four scrambled eggs, sausage, hash browned potatoes, which
was all covered with cheese sauce, and a glass of chocolate milk.

“Did I miss anything?” He asked.

Alice gave the straight answer.

“An intimate conversation about girl stuff.”

Evelyn raised an eyebrow as he sat down. He then spoke again.

“Have you touched on why you’re not married yet?”

“Dad! You know why!”

Judith had to ask the next question.

“Alice, why not?”

Alice closed her eyes for a moment before calmly answering the question.

“There were only about a million men in the Alpha Centauri system
altogether, and most of them were the wrong age or already married.”

The Evelyn spoke.

“This touches on why we mounted the rescue expedition to begin with.
The fact of the matter is that the more functioning minds there are in a
society the better off everyone in that society is in general. We
didn’t come here out of altruism but out of a selfish desire to improve
our own condition in the long run.”

“The more the merrier?” Said Judith.

“That’s one way to put it.” Evelyn replied.

A thought suddenly came to Alice’s mind.

“Remember what the dormouse said, feed your head...”

On that afternoon an Aeroflot passenger jet transport touched down at
the Vienna airport. It carried a delegation from North Vietnam.

The rulers of the remnant of the Communist state in the north had
decided to throw in the towel. Virtually the entire apparatus of the
Communist State had been incinerated by the Uptimers from orbit. And
there was no means by which they could continue the war of aggression
against the Republic of Vietnam in the south. The only course of action
open to the Communists was to seek peace on any terms.

In New York City the United Nations General Assembly continued their refusal to accept a delegation from the Republic of Biafra.

On Mars a mixed group of uptimers and American Astronauts walked up to
the rim of Valles Marineris, the Great Canyon of Mars. The Americans
were originally trained and equipped for walking on the Moon. But the
spaceship Owl and her landers were available and the adapters were
fabricated to allow the recharging of the life support systems of the
suits from the Uptimer systems.

One of the Americans spoke to another.

“Jim, this is astounding!”

Jim Lovell looked out across the canyon. He had never thought that this
day would have come. The appearance of the Uptimers was a surprise.
The history files they brought back had been a shock to everyone at
NASA. Lovell had personally watched as the service module that had been
allocated to the Apollo 13 mission was taken apart for examination.
And he was there when the faulty wiring in the fuel cell system that
would have failed was exposed to the full view of everyone.

Now he was walking on the planet Mars. But he wasn’t simply playing a
tourist. One of the goals of the mission was to confirm the history
files on the physical resources of the red planet. The resources had
been discovered and developed by colonists in the original timeline.
They were here to perform a survey to verify those records.

There was much work to be done.

In Dallas within the headquarters of the former William Grant Ministries his widow Katherine was in a deep state of rage.

On the table in the boardroom was the latest issue of The New Yorker
magazine. It was open to a page with a cartoon. The cartoon depicted a
terrestrial human having a conversation with what would eventually
become known as a Gray Alien. The alien was speaking to the human.

“Oh yes. Jesus came to us too, we gave him some candy and he comes back
to us every couple of weeks. Why, what did you guys do?”

To the Reverend George Muller it was clear to him that if the Widow
Grant didn’t calm down she would blow a blood vessel in the brain.

He spoke calmly.

“Katherine, they are not mocking our Lord Jesus Christ, they are mocking
mere mortal men, and honestly most men these days could use a good
mocking.”

The Widow Grant spun to face Reverend Muller. With the whites of her eyes fully visible as she responded.

“How can you say that?”

Muller calmly replied.

“Because it’s the truth.”

The Widow Grant stared at him silently. Again Muller spoke.

“In this case what The New Yorker did was to reprint a cartoon that
originated a bit over fifty years from now on the original timeline.”

The Widow Grant was livid. She shouted back at Muller.

“You believe the lies of the creations of Satan?”

Muller gently shook his head before calmly replying.

“Katherine, only God may create life and matter, and the fallen angel has no power except that which WE grant to him.”

Monday, October 20, 2014

This is a very realistic war film which clearly depicts the horrors of war, particularly against a totalitarian state. And if anything it has reinforced my long standing contempt for peace activists and pacifists in general.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Dan Rather sat back in his New York City residence. He was still
quietly fuming. When the proposal was made to send Mike Wallace up to
the starship Eagle he objected on the grounds that he was younger and
healthier and therefore he should go up.

“No Dan,” said Wallace, “apparently your counterpart on the original
timeline had committed a serious breach of ethics and as a result the
Uptimers want nothing to do with you here and now.”

From Rather’s perspective Wallace had pitched several softballs to the
Uptimers. They were clearly enemies of Progress and fully deserved to
have been ripped a new one on the air.

The thought that Rather would have been sent out an airlock did not occur to him.

In Huntsville Werner Von Braun and several members of his NASA team had also watched the broadcast.

He spoke up.

“Boatman never mentioned the fact that the design for the Integral was based on his own Master’s thesis at Cal Tech.”

“Why should he?” Said John Linden. “He actually designed and built all
of the other starships. And let’s face it, he was virtually standing
on some tall shoulders while doing so.”

Werner Von Braun quietly wondered when his friend Evelyn Boatman would
ever get around to writing a doctoral thesis on starship design. He
seriously wanted to read it.

In the White House President Nixon had also watched the broadcast with his family.

In his opinion Boatman was clearly a master of political spin. At no
point were the natives of Eden mentioned or any word of their fate. And
the story of Alice Boatman’s existence aboard the Integral would
silence all but the most insane critics of her actions in Dallas. There
was no question that the Reverend Grant had asked for it. But
sometimes a nose has to be rubbed into a pile of excrement before
someone got the point.

The rest of the First Family simply sat back in silence.

Across the nation’s capital Senator Edward Kennedy sat back on the sofa
alone with a shot glass and an open bottle of Jack Daniel’s whiskey.

He was fully appalled at the news of a future where people acted without
any guidance from their betters, or to act without any other social
restraint.

He thought, and then he took another slug from the shot glass.

Something absolutely must be done to stop these monsters.

In the city of Minneapolis former Vice President Humphrey had also watched the broadcast.

How can they live with themselves? He thought. How could they act
on their own and abandon the Human Race? How could they show absolutely
no remorse for their actions? How could they be so selfish?

In his Minneapolis apartment Thomas Archer, professor of English
Literature at the University of Minnesota, switched off his television
set.

Those liars! He thought. Those absolute fucking liars!

How can I promote Peace and Social Justice when it was possible to
freely contradict me? And how dare that lying fascist bitch say that
she was raped as a little girl by a Progressive leader?

It was now clear to him.

The so-called freedom of speech is in fact the freedom to lie, and it has to be stopped once and for all!

In campus dormitories across the nation the empty spaces between the
ears of the drones of the student collective were filled with the same
set of notions.

Everything about them is wrong! They have technology without
restraint. They have power without restraint! They can do anything to
anyone they want! They are the enemies of Peace and Progress! They
must be stopped! They must be stopped by any means possible! They must
be stopped!

Doctor Mark Goldman was doing rounds on his shift in the Emergency Room
of Parkland Hospital. A nurse suddenly walked up and spoke to him.

Katherine Grant had watched the broadcast with several senior staff members of her late husband’s ministry.

She had reached a point of absolute anger beyond anything she had ever
experienced. A black rage had taken over her consciousness and it left
her fully blocked from any light of truth.

As far as Katherine was concerned there was absolutely no question that
the Boatman family and their crew were the creations and the servants of
Satan. And there was no absolutely question that they had pulled her
daughter into their web of lies and condemned her to eternal damnation.

Judith was gone.

It was not the fact that she was aboard the starship whose reality she
fully denied. It was the fact that she had fully renounced faith in God
and path of eternal salvation. Judith had fully renounced the Lord
Jesus Christ.

And there was no going back.

And it all began with Ayn Rand.

That godless Russian Jewish whore Ayn Rand!

Something had to be done. Something had to be done before more helpless souls would be lost to that whore and her lies.

With that thought her ministry formally began.

In their own home in California Robert and Virginia Heinlein had also watched the broadcast.

Monday, October 13, 2014

It had been a relatively quiet week across the United States and around
the world. The Mafia as well as the Teamsters and other unions
continued to be frustrated in their efforts to infiltrate the Uptimer
base in Nevada. And at the Baikonur Cosmodrome a Proton rocket with a
Soyuz capsule as a payload was rolled out of the assembly hall to the
launch pad as Colonel Leonov and Comrade Gorbachev watched.

In New York Mr. Black reported to The Committee of his failure to
infiltrate the Uptimer base and to suborn a Uptimer or any employee on
the base. As a result he would never seen alive by anyone again.

At 7 PM Eastern Time on Sunday in many living rooms and commercial
lodgings across the United States millions of people sat down and waited
in anticipation of that week’s broadcast of the 60 Minutes program on
the CBS Network. With some interruptions for commercial breaks the
program would begin with the history of the settlement of the Alpha
Centauri system on the original timeline. For this broadcast Mike
Wallace had interviewed Evelyn Boatman and others aboard the Eagle.

“How did your journey begin?” Said Wallace.

Boatman answered.

“From my perspective it began with two meetings at Cal Tech. The first
was at the astronomy department which owned the Niven Deep Space
Observatory, this was an automated platform which has built by our
family firm.”

“Can you describe the platform?”

“Yes,” said Boatman, “The mission of the NDSO, which was named for
science fiction author Larry Niven, was to detect and observe neutron
stars. Which are stars that have burned out and collapsed into a mass
of pure neutrons. It was at the meeting that Doctor Bob Petrov, the
head of the project, told me that one of their objects, which was
designated Niven-69, was on a course that took it through the Solar
System.”

“Was it expected to hit anything?” Wallace asked.

It had been a long time since anyone had asked Evelyn Boatman that question.

“Mike, Niven-69 was what we call a neutron star, this is a dead star and
it was roughly the mass of our sun. It simply doesn’t have to hit
anything. The gravitational effect alone would have altered the orbits
of every planet in the Solar System, including the Earth. The Earth
would have been shifted from the life zone of the Sun to an orbit that
was either too close or too far to support life. And the neutron star
could have caused some of the planets to be ejected from the system
entirely.”

“So did it eject the Earth?”

“I have no idea Mike, we had already left the Solar System long before the passage of the object.”

“So what happened next at Cal Tech?”

“I brought Bob Petrov to my next meeting at the Jet Propulsion
Laboratory. The big project at the JPL was the Daedalus, an automated
sublight probe that was originally proposed by the British Interstellar
Society in 1975.”

“1975?” Said Wallace.

“Yes,” Boatman replied, “on the original timeline. As proposed the
mission was to Barnard's Star, which was at the time believed to have
some planetary bodies.”

“And did it?”

“We would eventually perform a test flight with the FTL Drive on the
Eagle to Barnard's Star. All we found there was a small gas giant
planet in the Neptune/Uranus class and some airless rocks.”

“So what happened at the JPL?”

“Our original target for the Daedalus was the Sirius system. After Bob
and told the committee at JPL about Niven-69 they immediately decided to
send the Daedalus to Alpha Centauri to find habitable planets.”

“And the Daedalus found two?”

“Yes, there was Eden, in orbit around Alpha Centauri A. And also Zion, which was orbiting Alpha Centauri B.”

At this point the digital images of the planets had been transferred to film for the program.

Wallace asked the next question.

“So once the public announcement of the existence of Niven-69 and the
expected effects of its passage was made you went to work on designing
the ships that would save Humanity?”

“Well, we would save some people, yes.” Said Boatman. “The first
concept was called Exodus, it would use a derivative of the fusion pulse
propulsion system used on the Daedalus. The. Daedalus had used two
stages to reach twenty percent of the speed of light. On the Exodus the
first stage would go to ten percent of lightspeed and the second stage
would bring the ship back to zero. Most of the passengers would be
carried in hibernation. Which was developed as a means to slow
biological functions and save supplies during long trips to the outer
parts of the Solar System. The expected operational ratio was nine
years in hibernation and one year out during the length of the voyage.
But as time passed new technologies were developed and incorporated into
the design.”

“Such as?”

“The first was cryostasis, in this a person is cryogenically frozen and
revived at the destination. This used radically less mass for life
support and allowed a radical redesign to carry more passegers on the
ship. The second technology was recorporation. Here a sample of
genetic material is taken and the memories of the person are recorded.
The person is than recreated at the destination. By trading off a small
number of people in cryostasis for recorporation we were able to
recreate a radically larger number of people at Alpha Centauri.
Ultimately five units of the Exodus class were built and launched.”

“But that wasn’t all?”

“No, there was a radical advance in the technology of propulsion, the Quantum Singularity Drive.”

“Can you explain it?”

Boatman shook his head.

“I would be hard pressed to explain it to anyone with less than a current Masters degree in Physics. It’s that advanced.”

“Could it be described as magic?”

“Mister Wallace, there’s no such thing as magic, but there are some
advanced concepts that require a high level of knowledge to fully
understand.”

Wallace nodded and Boatman continued.

“Only two ships were completed with the drive, the Eagle, which was the
prototype for the system, and the Mayflower. The other ships that were
laid down were destroyed before completion.”

“Why?”

“We were rudely interrupted, the central government on Earth decided
that they were to be complete control of all emigration from the Solar
System. As a result all shipbuilding facilities not under their control
were destroyed.”

“That’s insane!” Said Wallace.

“Yes,” Boatman replied, “so was Communism. On the original timeline
Communist regimes had run up a body count of not less than a hundred
million human lives. Apparently the rulers on the Earth didn’t care who
lived or died as long as they were in command.”

Mike Wallace would ask another question.

“But there was one more ship that departed from the Solar System?”

“Yes, , there was. There were some indications that it had another name
originally, but it arrived at Eden as the Integral. It was built to
carry 10,000 live passengers but it only arrived with a bit over 2,000
aboard. When it arrived there was a fully communist society in place, a
virtual gulag.”

“A gulag?” Said Wallace.

“I forgot,” Boatman replied, “that term is not in common usage at this
time. A gulag is a slave labor camp established and run by the Soviet
state.”

The next segment began with an digital image of the starship Integral.

This vessel had used the Orion nuclear fission pulse drive and it
arrived roughly fifty standard years after the arrival of the five units
of the Exodus class.

Mike Wallace began by introducing his next guest, Doctor Alice Boatman.

“Doctor Boatman, you were born aboard the Integral?”

“Yes.”

“Can you describe it?”

“How does one describe a prison surrounded by hard vacuum? And it was
worse than a mere prison. No one aboard had a name, everyone had an
alpha-numeric designation tattooed on their forearm at birth. There was
one exception, he was known as the Core of Humanity. He apparently led
the overthrow of the original commanders of the ship and established
the Communist system aboard. He then used the cryostasis system
installed for extreme medical emergencies to preserve himself until
arrival at Alpha Centauri.”

“What was your role aboard the ship?”

“I was initially used for labor within the ship. But when I was twelve
standard years old the ship had arrived at Eden in the Alpha Centauri
system and I was to be used as an object of sexual gratification for the
Core.”

“What happened to him?”

“The Core was put to death upon arrival by a real government for rape and other crimes.”

“So you were adopted by Evelyn Boatman and his wife Doctor Cheryl Boatman, can you describe the experience?”

Alice sat back and thought, and then she answered.

“Up to that point I was not actually living as a person, I was an object
to be used. And suddenly I was rescued by real soldiers and brought to
a wondrous land, on the ground I was being taught how to be an actual
person. To perceive and think and live as a fully human being. And I
was eventually asked to choose a name for myself. MY OWN SELF! Under
the wondrous circumstances I chose the name of Alice.”

Wallace nodded his head again and then asked another question.

“So how did your experience on the Integral influence your actions on the ground in Dallas?”

“With regard to William Grant?”

“Yes.”

Doctor Boatman thought for another moment.

“It didn’t”

Wallace was apparently surprised to hear that.

“It didn’t?”

“Correct.”

“Can you explain?”

“Yes,”said Doctor Boatman, “everyone in the field of medicine has
encounters with irrational individuals. That’s simply unavoidable, and
when it happens we must dispassionately treat such behavior as if it
were another disorder, such as a cancerous tumor. William Grant was a
very seriously irrational man. He saw himself as being exempt from the
rational standards of law and personal conduct. At Parkland Hospital he
physically blocked the transfer of a severely injured patient from
transfer to the Eagle where she would have received advanced treatment.”

“Even though the patient was his daughter?”

“Yes,” said Doctor Boatman, “as he caused the injuries the notion of
parental consent was already out the airlock. The individual was
clearly insane, he saw other people such as his daughter as objects to
be used. In this case it was a form of spiritual gratification instead
of physical gratification as in the case of The Core. He beat Judith
because she was actively thinking for herself. He was demonstrating his
insanity by physically blocking egress and emitting an absolutely vile
degree of verbal abuse. I asked the police officer present to remove
Grant from the path of egress. When the officer refused to do so it had
become clear that there was no functional government in place. We hold
that in the absence of a functional government the authority to act
with force reverts back to the individual. In order to treat the
patient aboard this ship I shot Grant on the spot.”